You see? I don't need you monkeys. Now bring me food, minion!
This is a slighlty older picture of him, but it gives you the general impression of the attitude (or should that be "cattitude"!)
P-Con was wonderful. Great fun, lovely people and lots of interesting stuff going on. Paul Cornell paulcornell2 ) was guest of honour, and other guests included C.E. Murphy (mizkit ) the newly dubbed "Queen of P-Con", Charlie Stross (autopope ), Chaz Brenchley (desperance ), Juliet McKenna, Leah Moore and John Reppion (and many many more - I have had little sleep this weekend and lots of running around. I'm tired...)
Highlights included lunch with Juliet, Mizkit, Chaz and others (me looking somewhat surprised to be at that particular table) in Fallon & Byrnes, hot chocolate (a large number of hot chocolates) with irishkate and wyvernfriend , and being able to talk to Paul Cornell about Family of Blood. :D The final Mutiny of the Phoenix panel, a free for all Q&A of some of the guests, was a scream, as was the guest of honour interview where slovobooks interviewed Paul and reduced some of us to tears of laughter. And as a plus, I got to put faces and actual people to a lot of people I've met on here (or heard rumours about *j*) like peadarog ! And I met lots of new peoplw too! All in all I had a wonderful time. I have some pictures, but they are kind of blurry so I am waiting to see if I can nab some from irishkate .
Saturday night was also e_w_h 's birthday party which was wonderful. We had a fab time and it is not often we get to stay out until 4am anymore (the clocks went forward so we had help).
The cat, on the other hand, did officially NOT have a good weekend. He spent Saturday night and part of Sunday at my parents, which would have been fine had he not decided that stitches were not for him. So now, adding to the indignity of being knocked out, shaved, stitched, acting like a drunk on getting home so everyone laughed at him (Laughed!) he now has to wear a fairly unflattering large white conical collar because he kept trying to unstitch himself as only cats can.
The reaction to this worked out as follows:
1) walk backwards to see if escape is possible.
3) scape it off everything in sight.
4) sulk and plot revenge.
Oh really. Yes. Look.
This is the face that I left behind when I went to P-Con on Sunday morning.
So e_w_h took him home. In order to do this he had to take the collar off to get him in the basket, which was FINE by the cat. Unfortunately he then had to get it back on him at home. The cat responded to this travesty of proper behaviour by enacting his masterplan of vengeance: peeing everywhere and knocking over plantpots like a teenager in a tantrum.
So, the cat hates us all and clearly has other revenges in store. I take him back to the vet this evening and please God she'll tell me he doesn't have to wear the instument of torture anymore because he is clearly miserable and cranky. Not only must he stay indoors but he has to look like an alien too.
And I don't want that face up there looking at me again!
I submitted Puzzlebox to the Anthology - it was the last day today! Talk about working right up to the last minute. The editor woman came and went though she did make me stay up late last night. But my husband was out he didn't notice so much. The wonderful ladies at Romance Divas helped me with the query letter. It's fab!
The cat now has a green velvet collar with a bell in order to protect some of the small birds in the area around our house. Well, I say he now has it... He had it on when he went out 5 minutes ago. It could well be history by now!
My son and daughter may be coming down with something. Or else they are calpol junkies.
We're having lamb souvlaki for dinner.
It's been a nice, quiet day...
Definitely in need of an early night tonight.
And now he's gone again -- in the rain no less
but I had to go and dig this old chestnut up in celebration
And the Cat came back
Also I just did this...
Your Score: ellipsis
You scored 46% Sociability and 82% Sophistication!
Your life can be difficult because of your insecurities, but you should know that it isn't your fault. YOU didn't ask to be thrown in around thirty times per page in every bodice-ripper on the shelf! Those who overuse you can kiss your . . . you know. You need to learn to hold your head high and glory in your solitude. You really do have excellent, scholarly tastes. You must never forget that your friend, the period, will be there to support you at the end of every sentence where you truly belong, and, if what is left out is as important as what is said, why, then you are as vital as the alphabet!
|Link: The Which Punctuation Mark Are You Test written by Gazda on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test|
The cat didn't come home last night. No sign of him since yesterday morning and I have now managed to get myself worried sick imagining all sorts of awful things. Logically I am sure he is ok. He is a tom, (or formerly was) and they roam. I have owned one before and should know what they are like. That's logically. I don't really do logically.
I went to a funeral this morning, the dad of a friend I have known since I was about 4 and that really upset me.
Finally I got a rejection, a very nice and polite one, from the Nelson Literary Agency for The Penitent.
So now I have the joy of starting all over again!
I have decided to do nothing tonight except drink a very large gin and tonic (or two) and tomorrow I will take another look at the Macmillan New Writing submission guidelines.
And look for the cat again. (tonight, that is)
I cleared the beds on the other side of the garden where we will eventually build a barbecue and the area I want to turn into a herb garden. I have left a small patch of the tall reed like plants (oh, you can tell I'm a gardener at heart!) because I think the cat will be broken hearted if I removed them all.
Speaking of the cat (Atlantis), I thought I'd post a pic of him too.
Entitled, The Great Beast stalks his prey... (in this case it was a sock!)
He is a rehomed cat from the DSPCA and we've had him nearly 2 months. He is under a year old, daft as a brush and very loving. A great addition to the family.
Anyway, that's it for now. I have to cook lunch for the many hungry mouths, including my own.
Oh! Should have added, on a more serious note, I typed up another 1500 words of Moy Tura Echoes this morning - despite the complaints of my son who wanted the computer!
(And now Lazytown is on. What a relief!)